Uncle Ming said with a straight face: "Just take it if I tell you to. Don't you want it?"

She quickly picked it up, hid it behind her back as if she was afraid that Uncle Ming would snatch it back, and said, "Hey, you've given it all to me, and you still want it back?"

Uncle Ming wanted to take the opportunity to say something to her with a stern face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold it together and burst out laughing out of anger.

"The most popular things in Hong Kong now are jewelry, followed by porcelain. Famous paintings cannot be sold at high prices. Those foreigners don't know what's good."

Fang Zongtang smiled and put away all the paintings.

"It's good not to know the value of things. If they don't know the value of things, the good things won't flow into their pockets."

After hearing what she said, Uncle Ming laughed: "That's right, you think very clearly!"

Fang Zongtang carefully put away the painting, said something to Uncle Ming, and asked Song Yi to find someone to move the boxes!

Uncle Ming didn't stop him this time. He walked outside, pointed at the things in the yard and said, "These are all ordered by Shi Liuzi. See if you want to add some more."

Fang Zongtang thought it was just a part of it, but he didn't expect it was the entire yard.

She asked again with an exaggerated expression, uncertainly: "All of them?"

Uncle Ming calmly put his hands behind his back and said, "Yes, the old man deserves it."

Fang Zongtang murmured, "I guess the richest man is probably about this standard~"

Uncle Ming looked at Fang Zongtang sideways for two seconds, then unhappily put away all the things that were in the way and made way for him!

It’s better for her to keep this mouth to irritate Song Yi!

He still wants to live a few more years!

Fang Zongtang helped to clean up and started to make fun of Uncle Ming again.

"I didn't bring any gifts with me. I just passed by a roadside stall and bought a lot of food. I'll just consider it as my way of honoring you."

Uncle Ming said angrily, "My two paintings can sell for a million yuan at the very least, but you just gave me a bunch of street stuff. Do you have the nerve to do that?"

Fang Zongtang had his own words: "Why should I be embarrassed? Song Yi is now the richest man in Hong Kong, and he has eaten all the way. Think about it, if you eat the same food as the richest man, won't your status be higher?"

Uncle Ming was upset again. Such a good person had such a mouth.

He didn't have time to argue with her, so he took the opportunity to send Song Yi away and quickly told her some things about Song Yi, focusing on the most important things.

This time Fang Zongtang did not interrupt.

Until she heard footsteps, she raised her hand to signal Uncle Ming to stop.

"Uncle Ming, I have some things to do these two days. I will come to see you after I am done."

Uncle Ming quickly said, "No, come back when you have something else to do. Otherwise, don't come."

Fang Zongtang said, "As if he wants to come here. The old house is being renovated now. When it's finished, do you want to go and have a look?"

Uncle Ming rolled his eyes at her in annoyance, and said nothing. He turned to Song Yi who had just entered the room and said, "The things are in the room, a box and a box. Tell them to be careful when they pick them up."

Song Yi led four bodyguards into the room, three of them carried the box and one held the box in his arms.

The young apprentice came to the counter and told Uncle Ming that there was business.

Uncle Ming immediately chased them away.

"You guys go and get busy. I have business coming over here. I have to work on building a mansion for the old man in the afternoon, so time is tight."

Fang Zongtang kept his word and left all the food he bought from the street stalls, which made Uncle Ming puff his beard in disgust again. After the two left, he immediately took the food back into the house and didn't even share it with his favorite little apprentice.

After getting in the car, she wanted to look around again, but was stopped by Song Yi.

"The doctor said I need to rest more. It's almost lunch time. After I eat, I have to take medicine."

Yes~ She is still a patient now.

"Let's go back."

When we returned to the villa halfway up the mountain, we saw several people planting trees in the yard.

Song Yi: "The pomegranate tree in the old house was broken by the wind. This morning, I asked someone to pick a big one and transplant it with the earthen jar. Next year, we will have pomegranates to eat!"